Confessed Novels & Stories

Nothing" I sniffed. "There's something about this. Your crying" "No I'm not" I argued. "Yes you are" "No" "Yes" "Alright alright. I'm crying" I admitted. "Why are you crying then" Barb asked "I committed a crime" "What? Where? How? What crime?" "Enough questions Barb" I giggled. "Not an actual crime" I continued "Then what" I sighed "I had some sexual play with a girl" "What?! Did you have sex!" "No!" I exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

I confessed, feeling a mix of relief and guilt for taking matters into my own hands. Kiera's mouth popped open in shock as she processed my confession, her expression a mix of horror and disbelief. "You caused the accident that left him in a vegetative state?" she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes," I replied solemnly, feeling the weight of my actions heavier than ever before.

I probed further, seeking understanding with every word uttered. Gathering my thoughts and summoning courage, I composed myself before continuing with a sense of resolution in my tone. "You want to know what's really happening in my life, right?" I posed the question, allowing a moment of vulnerability to seep through my facade. "Okay, let me be clear," I asserted, mustering the strength to reveal a revelation that had been weighing on my conscience. "It was a contract marriage," I disclosed, the words carrying a profound impact as they escaped my lips. The weight of the confession lifted gradually as I assured the listener that there was no cause for concern since the contractual tie had re

ZOEY I never intended to spill my secrets to him, but the circumstances we were in forced me to spill everything. The words just kept pouring out of me, a part of myself I had hidden away for so long now laid bare. "I killed a man. I am a fucking murderer," I confessed, the weight of that truth hanging heavy in the air. "You are not a murderer, Zoey," Alexei's voice cut through my self-condemnation.

The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, the gravity of his past actions casting a shadow over their present interaction. Audrey inhales deeply, her composure a fragile shield against the flood of emotions threatening to engulf her. Paul's confession hangs between them, his admission of shame and a loss of control laying bare the depths of his remorse. "Audrey, I am ashamed. I was out of control," he confesses, his voice laced with vulnerability as he lays bare his inner turmoil.

Although I was hidden, I knew he would recognise my voice straight away. "Bless me, Father," I whispered nervously, "It has been eight months since my last confession." He spoke from the bible and made the sign of the cross before continuing. "What would you like to confess, my child?" He asked. Oh god, please forgive me. "I have been indulgent in... lust." I admitted. I was expecting a gasp or some judgement, but honestly, I had no idea what other people spoke of in these confessions. "Do not be afraid," Father Daniels spoke. "This is a safe place. It is just you, me and God."

“Confess, and everything depends on your actions afterwards.” I bit my bottom lip harder, my heart racing at the thought that he might not forgive me or worse, that he would feel disgusted by my sinful thoughts toward him. But I had already made my decision: I would do it. If I confessed, it would ease the guilt clawing at me. “Okay, Father…” I began, my voice trembling as I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, words escaping in a breathless whisper, though I knew he heard every single one.

She was just like the old me, wasn't she? No matter how coldly she had been treated, she would still run after him like a hopeful puppy. The only difference was that I had confessed to him 143 times over the course of five years. As I carried my belongings into the cab, I received a text message from Aldric. "Let's have your 144th declaration tomorrow. I'll be waiting for you with the decorated car." I laughed before removing my SIM card and tossing it away. My luggage had been packed, and a one-way ticket to Eastmere had been booked.

His head bowed as his chin fell to his chest. Through the darkness, I reached toward him, finding his large hand, the one that had been holding mine, and again laced our fingers together. "I don't believe you'd hurt the person you loved. And I know you loved her. I'm okay with that. Nox, you wore your wedding ring until Del Mar. I don't know what you think you did, but you didn't kill her." "I did. Her blood was on my hands." I wasn't sure where the bravery was coming from. I was lying naked, next to a man who was confessing murder, yet I refused to believe it. "You don't mean literally."

“Sit down.” I did. My hands trembled in my lap as I struggled to find the right words. How do you confess something like this to a man who had never once pressured you, never once crossed your boundaries? “I didn’t plan this,” I said quickly. “I never meant for things to get complicated.” Theo didn’t interrupt. He just listened... like he always did. “I’m confused,” I admitted. “I’m angry. I’m still healing. And I made a mistake.”